Written by Eden at 10:38 PM
April 30th she passed. I have remained in shock for quite some time. This was completely unexpected.
I traveled to Kansas for the funeral/memorial. Her son (my cousin), Trenton, was there; I embraced him with such a severe lack of words. Nothing but tears, really. I met his wife, Jolene, of 8 months for the first time. Sweet, sweet girl.
Grandma, Grandpa, aunt Terry (Tammy's twin), uncle Donald, Dad, uncle Curtis, aunt LaJean. Many new relationships, many steadfast couples. Cousins are so tall these days.
Slightly awkward, not knowing how to make light-hearted "how are yous" and "what's keeping you busy latelys". The see-saw decisiveness between consolation and distraction... There should be cue cards for these kinds of things. What is there to say that hasn't been already said, anyway? I know you need to process this; I know you need to get your mind off of this procession. "I love you?", as I wrap my invisible arms around you, and wonder if you can hear me over the absence of her voice.
Understanding. Compassionate. Inquisitive. Generous. Hearty. Joy-filled. Patient. Tender. Tammy.
Jolts of electric and rude reminder - just when you think you've got time, you don't. Not enough, anyway. Mis-arranged to-do lists seem like such trivial mistakes. At the time.
Driving up to Elgin myself for the first time showed me how easy it is. We'll spend time on what we attribute the most value to - it is inescapable. Upon recent review, my record sits uneasily with me.
Tammy. My aunt Tammy. You were loved, and always will be.
Written by Eden at 10:00 PM
Written by Eden at 9:20 PM
Work is so often at the forefront of our lives that it's often difficult to take an evening and not speak a word of it, speaking instead of beauty, of the varieties of people we watch, of traveling, of God, and of fine wines. We're improving at this. Friday showed it.
Don't waste your time on anyone who has poor taste in entertainment, ladies and gents. Be that literature, film, theatre plays, music, cuisine, alcohol, cigars, or whatnot. Life is too short.
Written by Eden at 8:10 PM
There was a fantastical 1.5-seconds-to-go shot by KD for the Thunder win. There was much thunder and rain outside. There was a dancing astronaut. There was a one-and-a-half pint jug of Red Stripe (a Jamaican lager, for those not in the know). There was more dancing. There was the precautionary removal of 4" suede wedges. There was a mid-aged woman whose dancing prime must have been in the seventies, but somehow she'd managed to bring it with her all the way to 2012. There was music that made you laugh and head bang at the same time. There was Dr. Pants.
I'd gone shopping that day and had come back with:
1. a little black dress that twirls like you wouldn't believe
2. a navy & white striped sailor tank
3. a sturdy/soft pink oxford shirt from J. Crew that I'm so scared to wash for fear it'll lose its newness, but yet confident it will age so much more than gracefully.
Written by Eden at 12:56 PM